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Velox: OH. HAI. ME AGAIN. With another story. You get 10 points for every innuendo you can spot. Happy reading!
"Go Dragoon!" Tyson yelled as his beyblade caused a demolishing blow.
"Get him Dranzer!" Kai screamed as the phoenix retaliated.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon at the Granger house. Both opponents gasped for breath as the intense battle drained their strenuous efforts.
Rei yawned as he sat nearby watching the match. It wasn't that the fight was boring—far from it. The neko-jin just hadn't gotten a lot of sleep last night. After a hard session of training, the Bladebreakers usually slept over at Tyson's place.
But lately, there had been some...mysterious noises coming from the world champion's room. Loud, boisterous noises that could be mistaken for screaming and moaning.
Actually all the racket had started when there wasn't enough room in the guest area and Kai would begrudgingly have to share Tyson's bunk bed. Then Rei and Max were left to fend for themselves against the freakish screeching. Stuffed animals and nursery songs usually helped.
"We're not done yet!" Kai bellowed as the two tops grinded against each other.
"Bring it on! I'm up for anything!" Tyson replied as Dragoon spiralled higher into climax.
Yup it was all a coincidence.
Rei felt his eyes droop as his drowsiness began to take over. He found a comfortable spot on the floor and rested on an imaginary pillow. The Chinese blader didn't know which he was more tired of: the random bouts of narcolepsy or having to come up with a different explanation to tell a naive, innocent Max as to what Kai and Tyson were doing.
Yesterday it had been videogames and the night before, they had been watching the Exorcist.
Yes.
Tyson and Kai were only playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl.
ALL. FRICKING. NIGHT. LONG.
"How can you guys battle at a time like this?" Max said angrily.
Rei awoke to the sight of an irritated blond glaring at two stunned beybladers forced to pause their fight.
"Geez Max what's your problem?" Tyson asked.
Max sighed and explained, "Come with me and I'll show you my problem. If we're lucky it won't hit us with the cane!"
Kai and Tyson exchanged the same puzzled look and recalled back their beyblades (seriously do they have magnets in their hands or something?)
The two boys reluctantly followed Max as he dragged a semi comatose Rei out of the house. The Bladebreakers walked a good distance until they reached what seemed to be a gigantic mass of angry people and petitioners.
"You can't get rid of it! No way!"
"This is absurd. Who does he think he is?"
"This town needs the..."
"HOBBY SHOP?"
"My dad's Hobby Shop," Max specified.
The crowd continued to chant and cheer for the preservation of the beloved store. Having residents of a world champion team caused the townspeople to appreciate and care for the sport of beyblading even more.
"But it's so important for beybladers to be able to get the right parts for their blades!" Tyson said.
"If Kenny wasn't in America with my mom and dad at the BBA facility, I'm sure he would be right here fighting with us!" Max said.
The chance to be around high tech research equipment was too great to resist for the little nerd.
"But who would be so...heartless? So...cruel? Who would want to get rid of the Hobby Shop?" Rei added, finally conscious.
"Fred Klaxton's the name!"
The team turned to the direction of the voice. The reply came from an elderly man with thinning grey hair who was only able to stand with the help of a walking cane.
He must have been 'the problem'
"I find this hobby shop a complete detriment to this town," Fred stated brutally, "We're better off demolishing it for a better establishment!"
"Hey wait a minute! I know you!" Tyson interrupted, "You live across the street from me don't you?"
"Hmph that's right." Fred smirked. He turned to the disgusted mob and said, "I propose that we lose Holly Hobby Shop for a..."
Fred magically took off the covers and unveiled a shining sign that read,
"STARBUCKS?"
"We've been so busy with all the training, tournaments and travelling, I forgot you even moved in," Tyson continued guiltily.
"Yes a Starbucks!" Fred yelled with an anger vein on his forehead "With the economic crisis, this wobbly store is draining on the town's profits. Tourists come to see the famous bladers, not the actual toys anymore. This coffee franchise will boost credibility and this Hobby Store would have closed down for bankruptcy sooner than later."
"Besides," Fred transfixed a deathly wrinkled stare at Tyson, "with all the noisy ramblings from your place, we could all use a good cup of coffee!"
Tyson and Kai both gave startled reactions and crossed their arms in response, blushing.
"But this is my dad's business! It's more than just beyblades, this is our life!" Max argued "He trusted me to take care of the store while he was away! Now he's gonna come back to find some pimply dude asking him how many caramel macchiatos he wants with his sandwich?"
"Haven't you thought about what this could to me? To us?" Max said encompassing his team members. Other beybladers in the crowd nodded in agreement.
"Pssh, what do I care? Your spinning tops aren't anything important." Fred replied defiantly "Teams don't mean anything. I live alone because I like it. I have no use for people, never have probably never will!"
The old man turned to the sign toting petitioners and said "You'll all be sipping on grand chai lattes in no time!"
And with that Fred Klaxton walked off, attempting to dodge the cans and random vegetables being thrown at him.
"Ugh! I can't believe that guy! And that this whole thing is even happening." Tyson ranted.
The Bladebreakers were back at the Granger dojo, going over what had just occurred. It was also a mutual consensus that Tyson not giving Mr. Klaxton a housewarming gift was a good thing.
"That Fred Klaxton is one rotten jerk," Kai piped in "He gives loners like me a bad name."
"From the scene today, it seems the whole neighbourhood hates him," Tyson stated.
"I'm sure if we tried to talk some sense into that meanie, we could get him to stop this whole charade," Rei reasoned.
Max grinned his usual puppy smile "I'll just use some of my indelible charm. It has yet to fail!"
"..."
"Bribing works too."
Velox: LOL at spell-check. When I wrote 'bladers' they changed it to 'bladders'
So many how innuendo points did you get?
An extra 500 to whoever can explain the magical hand recall abilities the characters have.
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